i crawl on hands and knees though for the life of me
cannot remember why i deserve to;
dirt cakes underneath my fingernails and cold rain mattes my hair.
dry throat, running nose. short of breath, short of time.
too many thoughts.
all the trees look the same.
all the shrubs look the same.
i can't tell weeds from flowers anymore.
this is all i ever wanted -
i left everything but a note;
will they leave my room exactly as they
found it?
probably not. my mother loves space and
my father doesn't know how to argue.
she'll turn it into a studio and start painting again
out of grief and because now she has the extra money to do
SUNDAY -
got depressed. wanted to die.
had no pills, no booze.
couldn't find a sharp enough razor.
hadn't paid the gas bill so the oven wouldn't work.
gave up. went to bed.
MONDAY -
decided it was stupid to kill myself when there are
so many other idiots
out there.
TUESDAY -
bought a gun.
nothing fancy; just a revolver.
a very ladylike piece,
the man who sold it to me said.
WEDNESDAY -
made three seperate lists:
those who would die.
those who would just be maimed.
those who i'd never harm.
couldn't figure out which to put you on.
THURSDAY -
decided you didn't belong on either of
those three lists because
i don't car
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for the rest of your life.
if nostalgia is simply
pain from an old wound,
then memories must be
scars -
scars that last a lifetime.
whenever i shut my eyes,
all i hear is the sound of
shoulder bones snapping -
snapping under the weight of
the world.
it's so loud
like twigs under your
feet.
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for the rest of your life. by DemyxLovesYou, literature
Literature
for the rest of your life.
if nostalgia is simply
pain from an old wound,
then memories must be
scars -
scars that last a lifetime.
whenever i shut my eyes,
all i hear is the sound of
shoulder bones snapping -
snapping under the weight of
the world.
it's so loud
like twigs under your
feet.